Analog Kid - Missing Links (Bootleg) lyrics

[Verse 1: Plan B] Walk out my front door, what do I see Another little yout on the street shotting weed It won't be too long before that youts shotting smack Selling h**n to his bredrins and that Making fast cash, thinking he's going places And he will be straight after the court cases He thought the streets would bring him glamour and fame But now he's locked up and no one remembers his name 'Cause you know It's so rotten Just how easily people are forgotten One minute you're heading for the top, you don't ever look like stopping Then suddenly you find yourself right back at the bottom That's life though, and so's getting cut with a knife so Watch your step if you don't wanna get blood on your Nikes bro Cause these streets will have you up just when you least expect it You say you don't fear d**h but you know you respect it [Hook] Something's missing here Something ain't right right here Something's missing here Something's missing here Something ain't right right here Something's missing here [Verse 2: Plan B] I've seen my best friends cry, I've seen my best friends die I've heard my best friends lie about how they're doing fine I've had so many best friends in my time And most of them I've lost to brown smoke and white lines I ain't no stranger to d**, I've had my fair share Had my head up in the clouds like f**ing Care Bears Chatting all that "Rahh-tahh-tahh I'm just experimenting" MDMA, LSD, amphetamines and All the rest of that sh** that goes with it Why is it everyone who does d** thinks they know Everything there is to know about life already? Just by sitting on their settee doing d** in front of the telly Thinking they're heavy, 'cause they live their lives like that High on crack, what sort of f**ing life is that? Whatever happened to your dreams and aspirations, blud? Now the highlight of your day is masturbation, blud [Hook] Something's missing here Something ain't right right here Something's missing here Something's missing here Something ain't right right here Something's missing here [Verse 3: Plan B] You'll only end up in the gutter if you live your life on the curb Or you choose to take it one step further than the herb sh** ain't getting worse, it's always been like this Life's a game of give and take and people take the right piss I've seen a most self-righteous a man fall off the wagon And start chasing the dragon It's funny how now they're the ones with the problem Look how much their big f**ing mouths have gone and cost them Used to be the type that looked down on man Now they're inhaling toxins through a biro and It's ironic, don't you think, that 5 years back the same cats That are now on crack? Didn't even used to drink, now they the missing links In the world of wasted talent, could of been great now they're just making up the balance Musicians, artists, writers, authors Gymnasts, athletes, footballers Bare peeps I used to know who could've turned pro Now the only game they play is the one on road Whether it be drug pushing, shoplifting or prostitution Some sort of institution seems like the only solution Stop the manor looking like some kinda mardi gradi Skank who*es on the corner asking if you wanna party It's nasty, driving through the ends its like safari Don't get out of your car unless you a crackhead kamikaze [Hook] Something's missing here (And that's the way of it, mando and able) Something ain't right right here Something's missing here (Missing links, making life unstable) Something's missing here Something's missing missing right here Something's missing here-here Something's Something's missing Something's Something's missing missing